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Diary of a Journal





Dear Diary,
My owner wrote with a black pen today.
I spent the evening awaiting her relieving scribbles
Sharp and fast. I should probably tell
her that no one can read it.
I feel best when I can get fresh air on my pages.
But I shouldn't complain,
She takes me everywhere and tells me things
that would make you blush.

Until Tomorrow.



success

booze tally
Of late,
it's the small things in life 
 that keep me afloat 
in the tumultuous tempest of self-care.

(Sometimes self-care requires that I drink and drink a lot.  Other times, it begs me to cherish my liver.  I have to be keenly in tune with its wee voice.)

I will celebrate them.
However humble they may be.